Hugo looked at his dad, and shrugged. He was still a little off-put with Ron, after their conversation after the battle. It wasn't that he couldn't understand his father's opinion, he just wished things had gone a little differently. That Ron had told him he was proud of him, even if he was angry.
"All packed," he said, forcing back any ill feelings. "And starving." He pulled the makings for sandwiches out of the fridge, and looked at his dad. "Want one?" There were crisps too, his favorite Muggle brand, and he took a handful to snack on as he made the roast beef sandwich. "I can't believe it's already time to go back. It's going to be weird, seeing everyone again. I wonder what Durmstrang was like."